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Blue had never once complained at all about Ryder being around. We never asked him if it was OK to bring another member into the family, and its a wonder why everyone thinks he's crazy. He truly is good to us, especially after sneaking Ryder into the house without his permission. It's strange how pets just know that certain little infants just might be stickin' around. He's an absolute angel with Ryder, even when his tail is pulled by the little curious walker.
He's surely the most devoted, loyal, loving, ludicrous, and fiercely protective cat I've ever met. Some might say he's cracked out, and still others might say that he's a calculating, manipulative little bastard. We say he's harmless, and he just smells fear. If you come into this house with fear, you're dead meat. His favorite thing to do is corner people in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. He rocks.
I love Blue. And he loves ice cream.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
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Hmmmm I can't say I agree at all with your comments about Blue. Before Ryder even entered the world Blue had been taken over by the devil and has yet to return. Thank God that he gives Ryder the benefit of the doubt because he's an infant but I can't say I think this will last forever. Do not cross Blue, I repeat, DO NOT cross Blue. I pray for Ryder's sake that he never attempts to look at Blue the wrong way. Ryder is still innocent and has nothing but pure thoughts and actions. The day he's able to formulate a bad thought about Blue, or look at Blue with anything but innocence, it's all over. I ask you this...if Blue is so fiercely loyal why do you have scratch marks up and down your arms? Did he mistake you for an intruder? Ok, maybe I'm just upset because I never did a single thing to Blue and he will hear me from a mile away and start plotting his attack. Maybe I'm just upset because when I come to your house I can't use the bathroom alone, I have to be escorted by a 6'4" giant like a 4 year old, in order to make it there alive. Then I must call for the giant when exiting the bathroom in order to just make it back to the living room with all my limbs particularly my legs. I have nightmares of Blue's howl when he sees me. The only thing that makes me feel any better is that it isn't just me. That's what tells me there is something seriously wrong with the cat. I mean MM and I are probably the sweatest, most innocent people you know and he treats us the worst. Well I guess the old saying stands true with Blue too, " Nice guys finish last".
blue can kiss my ass.
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